Month: September 2012

You know how yesterday I said it’s been months since I overslept and got a latter train? Well, I did it again this morning.

I’d forgotten, however, that there is a train from Jamaica to Hunterspoint Avenue at that time of the morning, too, so it all worked out, even better than yesterday. I’m not going to make a habit of it — I’m actually looking to move out, probably closer to the city, and cutting the LIRR out altogether — but sometimes, when you don’t really nod off until well after midnight, that extra little bit in the morning makes all the difference.

Anyway, beyond that, just lots and lots of work.

This morning I did something I haven’t done in many months: I slept a little late. I’ve done that on weekends, sure, and on my days working from home — sleep a couple extra hours and get to work earlier than every other day? heck yes! — but not on a regular work day. Of course, it just meant that I missed my first train into the city, had to stand all the way to Manhattan on the next one (which was very over-crowded), had to take the subway out of Penn Station (which is less straightforward than the subway from Hunterspoint), and arrived at work a little after 9 instead of a little before 8:30 (which meant I worked until 5 instead of 4:30). That’s it.

This afternoon, at work, we had one of our semi-regular “brown bag lunches,” this one by a literary agent. It was okay, and he represents some really interesting authors — Michael Lewis, Ken Follett, Stephen Hawking — but the talk was a little too unstructured to be exceptionally interesting. (In academic publishing, we don’t work with agents very often. The money’s just not good enough.) Still, there was free pizza after.

That was…what’s today, Wednesday?